Page 172 of Sawyer

Bryn’s canines press against my neck, and with the next thrust, his knot slips inside me and he bites down, marking me, bonding me, and making me his.

Emotions flood me. His. Mine.

His frantic thrusts hit deeper and deeper inside me, my walls clenching down on him. His guttural groans tell me he’s slipped into a rut, and all I can do is enjoy the ride. There’s no control, no finesse, just his hard cock thrusting inside me frantically as his cum spills in me again and again.

Our scents perfume in the air, creating a heady mix of mint, lime, and chocolate that hits the tongue just right.

My need sharpens, not allowing me to rest as a haze clouds my vision and my thoughts narrow into a single want—them.

Bryn releases my neck, the sting pleasant and wanted. With one last thrust, he moans and remains seated inside me.

Fingers grip my chin, angling me until Rumor’s lips crash onto mine. He tastes like home and desire, and the sweetest ambrosia come to life.

With a pop, Bryn slips free, and I break the kiss.

My core aches and throbs with the need for more, even as Bryn’s cum slips out of me. Irrational and needy, I roll over and spread my legs as my fingertips find my nipples.

A chuckle rolls over me. “Still needy, princess?” Sin’s hands spread my legs apart, and he dives for my clit, rolling his tongue over the engorged bud. His fingers slip inside of me to cup Bryn’s cum and push it back in. His approving rumble rips through me, and I pump my hips to get closer.

Lips brush across my nipples as Bryn and Rumor take one in each of their mouths. My shouts echo all around us, and slick slips around Sin’s fingers.

The sting of his bite shocks me as his canines press on either side of my clit. The bond locks into place as an orgasm rushes through me.

“Did you just…” Rumor asks in disbelief.

His canines slip free, and Sin answers Rumor. “Fucking right I did.” He thrusts into me, his knot locking into place as he holds my legs open to rut. The wet sounds of his thrusts make a spike of desire rush through me.

I had no idea what a heat was like, and nothing could have prepared me for this. I always thought having a pack was too much, and that there was no way one woman would need that many men to satisfy her, but as Sin ruts into me, lost to the pleasure, and as another orgasm rushes through me and his seed spills inside me, I’m already hungry for more.

Ravenous, I growl at him as he slows his thrusts.

How dare he slow?

“Such a needy little thing,” Bryn coos, popping off my nipple.

I grip his hair and shove him back down onto my nipple and hold him there. My pussy pulses around Sin as he gives me the last of himself before slipping free. I whimper as my pussy clamps down, wanting more.

I’m lost to the haze of a heat as I shove the guys off me and pounce on Rumor.

“You need me, baby girl?” He lies back, his cock hard and his barbs pulsing. I can’t wait to feel them inside of me.

I stalk my prey, coming to him on all fours. I see only one thing I want, which is him. His eyes track my every movement, his icy glare full of the promise of passion. Cum leaks down my thighs as I climb over him.

I hover over his cock as I kiss him, and his tongue duels with mine, thrusting in and out like I want his dick to do.

I press down on his thick cock, the barbs hitting every precious little nerve. My hips move as I sit up, lost to the pleasure. A body presses against my back before hands grip my hips and control my movements—Bryn.

Sin kisses me deeply, and the three of them work together to bring me more pleasure than I can process. Leaning up, Rumor kisses my neck and chest. Then, with his own canines, he bites the flesh above my breast, marking me in his own way as we trip over the edge one more time together. I swear I can feel him inside me, just as much as I can feel Bryn and Sin.

My mind fully drifts into the heat, and we become nothing more than need as the mating frenzy takes over.

Every touch and moan become a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life.

Before I fully trip into the heat, I mutter those three little words. “I love you.”

Their echoing replies are the last thing I hear before I’m lost to the desire and the craze of a heat, bonded to the men I love.

Epilogue

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